It has begun.

Some folks think I’m a bit out of the ordinary, even amused that I find such delight in the way things are at this farm. I think I’m happy-normal. I believe that if you find a place in life that you’re comfortable in, that is a great and wondrous thing. My place is within comfortable overalls among the farm animals. It’s feathers and wool, it’s dirt under my fingernails, and jumping with llamas over fallen trees. Teri Bliss.

My chickens are like me, then. They have nesting boxes in which to lay their eggs, but come spring and time to go broody (sitting on eggs to hatch them), they have their own way of doing things. And the hens seem pretty content about it – happy-normal. Chicken Bliss.